Page 95 of The Protective Gryphen

That it was still lingering on his pillow, that told Ian that he hadn’t been gone long.

That scent gave him chills, and made him think more about the middle of the night and not just the physical part.

That had been a new experience for him.

That was one of the things he loved best about Gryphen. The man was full of surprises.

No one he’d ever dated had ever woken him in the middle of the night to have sex. All the guys he’d been with were ‘morning wood or get off to come down before bed’ kind of guys.

Gryphen was unpredictable.

And Ian loved that.

Yeah, he honestly hoped he had more surprises up his sleeve.

This Scottish romantic vacation made him so damn happy. He was living his own holiday movie.

Well, movie slash porno.

But he wasn’t complaining about that.

Figuring that his man was somewhere close, like making coffee, Ian pulled on his pants, sans the boxers, and grabbed Gryphen’s t-shirt.

Yeah, he was sticky and dirty, but he didn’t care. It was a badge of honor to have Gryphen’s cum on him.

For Christ’s sake, look at the man he was sleeping with. Had anyone told him he’d be the sexy bedmate to a strong, rough and tumble Marine…

He would have told them they were crazy.

But here he was, bedding down with an incredibly hot Marine.

As for the t-shirt, since it was at the end of the bed, Ian suspected that his man liked him wearing it as much as he enjoyed stealing it.

It was a good thing because he didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

Slipping on his shoes, he headed down to the kitchen, and there, he found Graham making a list as he leaned on the kitchen island.

When he heard him, he glanced over.

“Morning,” he said. “Sleep well or did something keep you up all night?” he asked, grinning.

Yeah, they’d been loud, and it was clear the walls echoed.

Oops.

Someone likely heard him and Gryphen going at it like two sweaty teenagers.

Ehhh.

He was fine with that. Again, he was sleeping with a hot man. Ian would take out a full-page advertisement back home so all the people could see who was warming his bed.

A hero.

As for the copious cumming, after all, this was their vacation.

“When we were asleep, yeah. When we weren’t, we found things to keep ourselves busy,” he admitted.

Graham poured him some coffee, and a travel mug, too, for Gryphen.

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